The Hot Canary by Joan Ellis, Tower Publications Inc., New York, 1963.
Young Donnie’s voice was not so hot, but everything else about her was. When she made her first public appearance she wore a red jersey top, one size too small, and a pair of short shorts. The men in the audience did not care whether or not Donnie could sing. So started her climb to the top, but to get there, she had to spend a lot of time on the bottom.
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The Sexy Vixen by Hank Janson; Gold Star Book#IL7-57, 1964.
“What’s he got on you?”
“Photographs,” she said dully.
“A guy must get pretty close to take photographs like that!”
“He got close,” she snapped.
“Photographs can be faked,” I pointed out.
“Not these,” she snapped angrily. “These are moving pictures.”
“I’m sorry for you. But I don’t see what…”
She moved in then. “Come with me, Hank,” she pleaded. “If you were there I wouldn’t be afraid. I’d know I was safe… But bring a gun, Hank,” she pleaded, “Just in case. Be sure to bring a gun.”
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It has a cheery beat and she sings it with a smile on her face, but country music legend Loretta Lynn makes it perfectly clear in this 1968 song that she’ll lay the smack down on any hussy who messes with her man and give her a big ol’ taste of “Fist City.”
You’ve been makin’ your brags around town
that you’ve been a lovin’ with my man
But the man I love when he picks up trash
he puts it in a garbage can
And that’s what you look like to me…
“If you don’t wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
‘Cause I’ll grab you by the hair a the head
And I’ll lift you offa the ground…
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Sugar Doll by Jack Woodford and John B. Thompson; Beacon Book #BB140, 1957.
Lemuel lay on the bed and sobbed into his bandages. “You made me like this,” he was sobbing pitifully. “I was a normal man and you made me into one of those…those…creatures. I never wanted to be anything but what I was…you made me…you made me.” He sat up in bed and pointed an accusing finger at her.
“Shut up!” she blazed. “You were always as twisted as you could be. It was born in you like it was born in me. I don’t know where you get this normalcy thing.”
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Never Say No! by Luther Gordon, Ecstasy Novel #10, 1951, digest-size paperback.
Myrtle had hung up and was swaying back toward them. “S’all fixed up.” she told the two girls. “A couple of the boys are on the way over. You’ll love ‘em. They’re a couple of cut-ups if you ever saw any.” She giggled and sidled up to Stephen again, caught the left hand and pressed it firmly back where it had been before she pulled away the telephone. “Come on and…give me tha-a-t c-o-l-d familiar feelin’,” she sang.
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Gang Girl by Leo Rifkin; Uni Book #74, 1954, digest-size paperback.
“Down. Down! DOWN! Trudi was 17 and innocent when she was initiated into the ranks of the cellar club—a dank hideout where the slum’s boys and girls stole away for forbidden thrills. No one could remain innocent long in the company of those young hoodlums. Trudi was no exception. From cheap behavior, she moved on to lawlessness, depravity, sordid viciousness.”
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Warped Women by Janet Pritchard; Uni Book #9, 1951, digest-size paperback.
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Rock ‘N Roll Gal by Ernie Weatherall; Beacon Book #B379, 1957. Cover art by Owen Kampen.
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Fever Hot! by Jon Balmer; Exotic Novel #19, 1951, digest-size paperback.
Editor’s note: The song below by the late, great Peggy Lee is made for this cover:
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A Dame Gets Hers by Duke Nolan, Scion Books, 1952, UK digest-size paperback.
“You gone nuts, Elaine—or what,” I shouted. “What’s gotten into you? Why pull a gag like that—strippin’ to take my mind off things, while you grab somethin’ to stab me with. What in hell have I done, that you wanna kill me?”
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